By the Nomadventure Family | Backpacking · Family Travel · Pacific Crest Trail There is a particular kind of madness that descends upon a family when the children start outpacing the parents on a trail. Not metaphorically — literally. One moment you are the wise, experienced adults shepherding your offspring up a boulder field, pointing out interesting lichens and pretending you know what kind of bird that was. The next moment, the kids are forty yards ahead, questioning your cardio fitness with their eyes, and you are bent double over your trekking poles wondering when, exactly, your legs staged this mutiny. This is where we are. And we couldn't be happier about it. Our family has sailed between Maine and the Bahamas, clipped into limestone walls high above the Sonoran Desert in El Potrero Chico, Mexico, and navigated our beloved converted school bus — Base Camp, a 40-foot Skoolie who has opinions about tight turns — through enough mountain switchbacks to give a G...